Kim Sanders

were the layers of finery in which she was wrapped. A Peacock among pigeons and entirely out of place she looked down on everyone myself included, yet she had done no single thing with her life, no work, no children, not even afforded men some pleasure. Then the Vicar’s wife suggested in passing the girl would make me a wonderful wife. Wife, I could no more bring myself to fuck that over starched harridan than fly to the moon. Which is why in my dreams that night I awoke from a dream that I was doing exactly that with my member absolutely rampant. I had to seek out cook to accommodate me and have him safely deflated in her commodious soft slot while gently massaging her monstrous mounds. The bloody woman herself then came calling. The vicar’s daughter that